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| I'm glad you remember me. Yeah, a man should remember his past. Kansas City, four years ago, you ran out on me. You left me sitting there. | |
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| We were buddies, Harold. You, me, and Fresno Bob. You know what they did to Bob? | |
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| Well, neither do I, but it can't be as bad as being maple smoked and peppered. | |
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| Actually my name is Joachim, now. I assume I can still call you Snake? | |
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